Shudder my loins, Pumpkins. Harper wants to get inside our computers. Like he’s suddenly so interested in IT. Well, I say it’s an outright invasion of my privates and I won’t stand for it.
There was a time men wanted to get into my pants, not my hard drive. Well, let me tell you, Mr. Stevie Prime Minister, I don’t give up my gigas that easy. (My pants, on the other hand, are pretty much an open book.)
Harper wants in so bad, Pumpkins, he’s resorting to Bush style fear mongering: if we don’t give in to his desktop demands, he can’t catch the child pornographers. Honestly, there are none hiding in my box, I can assure you.
The feds ought not to be messing with people’s hardware, Pumpkins. No mortal, especially not a pasty white guy, could stand to look into the bowels of a travel box and emerge sane. God knows, none of us are.
